Post more comments
Want a gift card for being active Forum member? Post comments and win $25 gift card every week.
Rules:
PoemHunter.com will be giving away Amazon.com gift cards (worth $75 in total) every week to first three members ($25 each) who participate most in our forum discussions. You just have to post comments on forum pages, poet pages or poem pages anywhere inside PoemHunter.com
Comments posted needs to be in different pages. Posting more than 1 comment on the same page will only be counted once.
Members can not post comments without being logged in.
PoemHunter.com has the right to cancel or edit this contest.
PoemHunter.com has a right to disqualify or ban member(s) without providing any type of reason, belief or proof in regards to any type of illegal activity or fraud.

Sarah Margaret Fuller

(1810-1850 / the United States)

A Maiden Sat Beneath a Tree


'A maiden sat beneath a tree;
Tear-bedewed her pale cheeks be,
And she sigheth heavily.

'From forth the wood into the light
A hunter strides with carol light,
And a glance so bold and bright.

'He careless stopped and eyed the maid:
'Why weepest thou ?' he gently said;
'I love thee well, be not afraid.'

'He takes her hand and leads her on —
She should have waited there alone,
For he was not her chosen one.

'He leans her head upon his breast —
She knew 'twas not her home of rest,
But, ah, she had been sore distrest.

'The sacred stars looked sadly down;
The parting moon appeared to frown,
To see thus dimmed the diamond crown.

'Then from the thicket starts a deer —
The huntsman, seizing on his spear
Cries, 'Maiden, wait thou for me here.'

'She sees him vanish into night —
She starts from sleep in deep affright,
For it was not her own true knight.

'Though but in dream Gunhilda failed —
Though but a fancied ill assailed —
Though she but fancied fault bewailed —

'Yet thought of day makes dream of night;
She is not worthy of the knight;
The inmost altar burns not bright.

'If loneliness thou canst not bear —
Cannot the dragon's venom dare —
Of the pure meed thou shoulds't despair.

'Now sadder that lone maiden sighs;
Far bitterer tears profane her eyes;
Crushed in the dust her heart's flower lies.'

Submitted: Friday, September 03, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Maiden Sat Beneath a Tree by Sarah Margaret Fuller )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. 'Little Lena Marie', Quenten McClellan
  2. Oviedo, Robert Melliard
  3. Seventy Four, Jared Hirsch
  4. बावनाय नङा बड'फा, Ronjoy Brahma
  5. If, Jared Hirsch
  6. My arrival, John Roberton
  7. tomorrow, Jared Hirsch
  8. 'Vanessa', Quenten McClellan
  9. Open Your Eyes, Electric Lady
  10. Life: comedy or tragedy?, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Poem of the Day

poet Robert William Service

Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
Three times I drove the demon out,
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]